His Luna Claimed Vengeance After the Operating Table

3 a.m. A call from the healer’s den shattered the illusion of a six-year mate bond. When Meadow, the pack healer, handed me the diamond ring and key card taken from my mate outside the ICU, the depths of his betrayal hit me—tainted with blood and deceit. *** Twenty minutes later, I rushed into the healer’s den, my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Gregory Perry, the lead pack healer, stood with a somber expression. His alpha tone, though calm, carried the weight of authority. “Luna Kaylee, your mate is in hypovolemic shock. Initial assessment suggests… a foreign object was inserted, causing severe urethral tears and damage to an artery.” My breath hitched. “What… do you mean?” My mind spun with confusion, the bond between us flickering faintly in the back of my awareness.

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3 a.m.

A call from the healer’s den shattered the illusion of a six-year mate bond.

When Meadow, the pack healer, handed me the diamond ring and key card taken from my mate outside the ICU, the depths of his betrayal hit me—tainted with blood and deceit.

***

Twenty minutes later, I rushed into the healer’s den, my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Gregory Perry, the lead pack healer, stood with a somber expression. His alpha tone, though calm, carried the weight of authority. “Luna Kaylee, your mate is in hypovolemic shock. Initial assessment suggests… a foreign object was inserted, causing severe urethral tears and damage to an artery.”

My breath hitched. “What… do you mean?”

My mind spun with confusion, the bond between us flickering faintly in the back of my awareness. My wolf stirred, sensing my distress, but I pushed her down. This wasn’t the time.

Meadow Montgomery stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with concern. She handed me a clear plastic bag. “These were removed from him. Please confirm, Luna.”

I glanced at the bag and immediately recognized his ID, the photo of my mate staring back at me. Beside it was a key card—Hilton Hotel, Room 1708. The two cards were stuck together with some unknown substance.

My chest tightened, and for a moment, the room blurred around me. My wolf whined softly in my mind, but I forced myself to focus.

The nurse, quick on her feet, steadied me. “Luna, are you alright?”

A sharp “ding” snapped me back to reality—the notification tone from a message. The sound came from the belongings bag I held. Inside, alongside the ID and key card, was his phone. The screen lit up with a message notification. After trying the password three times, the phone locked.

I handed it to the nurse, my voice strained. “I’m sorry, Nurse, I need my mate’s fingerprint to unlock it. All our funds are tied to this phone.”

She nodded, understanding the urgency, and returned moments later with the phone unlocked. “Luna, please handle this quickly. The surgical team needs answers.”

I nodded and took the phone, the screen still on the chat interface. At the top was a chat labeled [Freyja].

My hands trembled as I scrolled through the messages, the words cutting deeper than any claw mark—

**Freyja:** *It’s a total disaster. What did you buy me? It was delivered right to the office. I opened it, and it spilled everywhere. Everyone saw it.*

**Anthony:** *Did it arrive that fast? Freyja, I can’t wait until next week. Can you come over tonight and sort it out for me?*

**Freyja:** *Don’t you have to deal with that lifeless lump at home?*

**Anthony:** *Please don’t mention her. It makes me sick. She’s just a shadow in the den, can’t even stand touching her. The difference between you two is night and day. When you’re in bed, you’re a goddess.*

Message sent at 5:30 p.m.

My breath came in shallow gasps, the bond between us twisting painfully. My wolf growled low in my mind, but I silenced her. I couldn’t afford to lose control.

With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. At 5:31 p.m., I had received his message: *Honey, the Alpha suddenly sent me to the Eastern Territory for a pack mission, so I can’t be there for your birthday, but I’ve arranged a gift for you. It’s delayed in shipment, but it will arrive next week. Six years as my mate, I’m grateful you’ve stood by me. Honey, I will always love you.*

I took a deep breath, the ache in my chest sharp and unrelenting. My wolf whimpered, but I ignored her. There was no time for weakness.

With a dull “thud,” the phone slipped from my grasp and hit the floor. The bond between us, once strong and unyielding, now felt like a fragile thread, fraying at the edges.

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I had rehearsed what I would say a hundred times on the walk over. My name is Alexis Watson. I am the fated mate of Alpha Bowen Adams. My mother is dying, and I am asking—not for myself, but for her. For the woman who has healed this pack's wounded for twenty years. Please. I knocked twice, then pushed the office door open without waiting for an answer. I didn't have time to wait. Bowen was behind his desk, and Harmony was perched on the edge of it like she belonged there. Like she had always belonged there.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

After My Mate’s Murderer Forced Me to Be His Luna

8.3

Five years. That is exactly one thousand, eight hundred and twenty-five days of suffocating in a bond that felt more like a shackle than a blessing. Today marked the fifth anniversary of my mating ceremony to Alpha Vincenzo Snyder. In any other pack, the air would be thick with the scent of jasmine and roasted meats, a celebration of the Moon Goddess’s union between the Alpha and his Luna. But here, in the Silver Moon Pack, the air only smelled of damp earth and my own humiliation. We stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods for the ceremonial Pack Run. Tradition dictated that the Alpha and Luna lead the hunt, running flank to flank, a symbol of their united strength. The wind bit at my exposed arms, raising gooseflesh, but the cold was nothing compared to the icy stare Vincenzo cast in my direction. He stood tall, stripping off his shirt to reveal the broad, muscular chest that had once made my heart stutter—not because it was his, but because it was a cruel, mirror image of the man I had lost. Keith.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.4

Lost Canvas - Cities of Temptations and Desires

7.4

Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery. Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets. The question is: Are they really human or vampires? This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust. In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery. Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts. At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long. Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities. The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled. Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.

Fantasy Romance Vampire

9.5

My Alpha's Regret

9.5

When I lost my baby, only five months old, the pain wasn't just physical—it tore through me, an ache so deep it felt like it was shredding my very soul. At that moment, Damien—my mate, Alpha of our pack—was in our bed, tangled up with his mistress. A she-wolf who had made it her mission to provoke me at every turn. ... Pain ripped through me like a storm. One second, I was standing tall during the pack training session. The next, my knees buckled, and I was on the ground, clutching my stomach as my world began to unravel. Something inside me broke—no, shattered. I felt it. My pup. My five-month-old baby. Slipping away. The agony that followed wasn’t just physical; it cut deeper than flesh. It tore at my soul, leaving me raw and gasping for air. Desperate, I reached for Damien through the mate bond, my mind frantically calling out his name. “Damien!” My wolf howled alongside me, pleading for him to answer, to be there. But all I got in return was silence. A deafening, suffocating silence. I tried again, pushing through the haze of pain, my voice trembling in the link. “Damien, please.” Still, nothing. My wolf whimpered, shrinking back as the bond between us flickered weakly, barely holding on. He wasn’t there. He didn’t even feel close. Something about that realization made the pain worse, sharper, as if it wasn’t already unbearable enough. Through the fog of agony, I felt hands on me. Firm but gentle. Gamma Alex. His voice broke through the chaos, calm but strained, as he scooped me up and carried me toward the pack infirmary. I could barely focus on what he was saying; my body was too weak, my mind too full of grief. The scent of blood clung to the air, a cruel reminder of what I’d lost. My head lolled to the side, and that’s when I heard them—two female warriors nearby, their voices low but crystal clear. “I heard he was with her again,” one of them said. “Serena?” “Yeah, in the woods. They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?”

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

My Lovely Twin Alpha

9.0

After my sudden death, I was manipulated by the Devil, and I sought to destroy Alpha Kelvin, the man I believed murdered me in my past life. But fate had other plans. I found myself in the wrong pack, face-to-face with Alpha Ken, Kelvin's identical twin brother. ***** “Who is Frank?” He asked with a twisted lip when he finally regained his sanity. “Oh!” I shook my head multiple times and sighed, “It's nothing.” “Hmm. Anyway, the older woman you mentioned does exist; her name is Patricia, and she's our headmaid. But remember, you're in the Alpha's mansion, and you’re prone to having legion enemies and haters who will be willing to do anything just to see you in pain. Are you sure you are ready for this?” Gamma Enoch asked with a serious face. My eyes lightened up at once. ‘Haters, enemies, failed missions… Finally, a real competition. Some fun at last. “I was reincarnated for this.” I answered, my eyes burning with wicked delight. Enoch was surprised by my response, but the smirk on his face didn't fade away. We both walked towards the huge mansion gate. The soldiers on guard bowed at him, and I immediately knew he wasn't any type of man; he was one with power and authority. He pushed the door open and whispered “Go in.” As I took my first step, a malicious laughter left my throat. It's advised not to invite just anyone into your home because some people will make significant changes. As for Alpha Ken, he just invited the Devil into his home, but don't ever forget, the Devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy. As for me, I entered with a simple mission: ‘VENGEANCE.’

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife

9.0

Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining. Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her. She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip. And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them. Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death. "Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free." "If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males." To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her. She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her. She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind. But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic. She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time. Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.

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His Luna Claimed Vengeance After the Operating Table

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